Do you all know the future?

Chapter 135 Mother and Daughter
Mrs. Eve emerged from the shadows of the church, her serpentine form twisting and turning. Her once elegant dress was now covered in dust, and her meticulously styled hair was disheveled.

Her face was streaked with tears, but her gaze was fixed on that familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the sky, filled with the most instinctive worry of a mother.

Her appearance broke the standoff between the head maid and the Storm Goddess; both remained expressionless, yet the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

In the sky, the Storm Goddess's body paused almost imperceptibly in mid-air.

Her gaze, those cold, empty eyes, slowly shifted from Diane and the head maid, finally settling on the tiny figure that was swimming towards her relentlessly.

"Lotina! My daughter! Look at your mother!"

Mrs. Eve's voice trembled with excitement as she reached out her hand, as if trying to touch her daughter, who was far away in the sky.

The towering figure now felt so small. Gazing at the high deity in the sky, she felt uneasy. If her daughter was a reincarnated deity, was she still Lotina?

"Do you still recognize me? It's my mother!"

Her voice was soft, sounding somewhat guilty and uncertain, and her eyes glistened with tears.

The goddess remained expressionless; her face, exquisitely crafted as if by a god, revealed no emotion whatsoever.

However, behind her, the deep blue wings formed from the torrential rain suddenly became slightly disordered in their flowing form. At the same time, the longsword in her hand, made of lightning, emitted a slight and unstable crackling sound as the arcs of electricity leaped across it.

She did not answer, nor did she show any sign of wanting to speak. Gods do not need to explain to mortals, but she did not punish him as she had done to Drummond.

She simply hovered there silently, gazing down at the tearful mother with her emotionless eyes, before finally speaking after a long silence.

“I am merely a fragment of the Lord’s soul, Mother. I willingly became a sacrifice to God.”

Her words were as calm as a still lake, without a ripple, as if stating a given fact.

She paused, her divine eyes still fixed on Mrs. Eve, as if to sever this last connection that belonged to "humanity." The girl was willing to be swallowed up by her own god; this was her glory.

“Lotina…”

Mrs. Eve lowered her head helplessly, tears streaming down her pale cheeks like broken pearls. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her throat was dry and she could not utter a word.

Her daughter's response was more cruel than silence; those words completely shattered the last shred of hope in her heart: her daughter was not a god descended from heaven, but a reincarnation of the supreme deity.

Her body went limp, and if she hadn't grabbed onto a broken stone pillar in time, she would have almost collapsed to the ground. Diana watched with concern as the head maid carried her over.

Standing next to Mrs. Eve, Mrs. Eve did not hesitate to hug Diane and sob, her daughter was going to die.

The head maid didn't turn around to look at Diane and Lady Eve's intimate moment; her gaze was fixed on the Storm Goddess in the sky, like that of a hawk.

To her, the grief of the gods or the weeping of mortals were not as important as even a fraction of her master's safety.

"Some things you just can't avoid, and I've already tried my best!"

The Storm Goddess's emotionless eyes shifted slightly, her gaze moving from the grief-stricken Lady Eve to the unremarkable Diane, sensing the powerful spirituality of the Holy Blood.

Lotina's humanity, like the last rays of the setting sun before sinking below the horizon, was completely swallowed up by the boundless divinity known as the "Goddess of Storms."

“The trajectory of fate was revealed long ago. The god of prophecy foretold that the sun god would become the king of the gods. In order to prevent this future from coming, the gods did their best to stop the sun god from regaining his divine power.”

The Storm Goddess's voice rang out again, still that clear and ethereal blend, devoid of any emotion, as if she were reading a pre-written manuscript.
"Therefore, the gods do not want the Queen to become a god, because Queen Greta may be the reincarnation of the sun god, and the gods will be enemies of Queen Greta."

The Storm Goddess stared intently at Diane, her voice echoing through the sky, casting a sense of oppression upon the gods who were watching.

“I foresaw the end of two paths. First, if I help the gods, when the prophecy is fulfilled and Queen Greta ascends to the throne of the gods and settles accounts with all old enemies, I will not be spared. She will not tolerate any of her former obstacles.”

She paused, as if giving mortals time to understand. The kneeling bishop Ortega trembled violently and lowered his head even further, not to explain to them the reason why God did this, but to another God.

“If I don’t help the gods, they will see me as an outsider and eliminate me first, so that they can unite all the forces they can to fight against a common enemy. There is no neutral position on their chessboard.”

The Storm Goddess continued speaking, her logic clear and cold, as she glanced at the familiar power she sensed in the palace.

“Reincarnation, stripping away divinity, transforming into a mortal, and extricating oneself from this inevitable storm in order to avoid disaster.”

She calmly recounted this seemingly insane decision, as if it were a trivial matter, yet it concerned the very survival of the entire Breeze Church.

"I choose to remain neutral and wait quietly in this world until the final outcome of this war is decided and a new order is established, then I will decide whether to return."

These words contained a wealth of information that Diane struggled to fully process at first. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the sky, he finally understood the source of Lottina's innate sense of alienation and her fervent passion for theology.

It turned out that it wasn't an illusion; it was the lingering echo of divinity within a mortal body.

"But my slumber was deliberately interrupted. My divided soul's will to survive was really strong, especially with my mother by my side. Her intense prayers woke me up."

For the first time, a subtle, unreadable emotion appeared in the Storm Goddess's voice. It wasn't anger or sadness, but rather a pure sense of helplessness at having her plans completely disrupted.

"I never expected to be awakened ahead of schedule, nor did I ever expect to be so close to the Holy Blood."

The six pairs of celestial wings behind the Storm Goddess ceased their slight flapping at that moment. The previously steady flow of light, wind, water vapor, and electric arcs froze for a brief instant.

For the first time, a crack appeared on that face, so exquisitely beautiful it seemed otherworldly. The indifference that had remained frozen for millennia was quickly replaced by a more primal emotion: greed.

The Storm Goddess drew her sword, pointing it at the head maid, while lightning crackled uncontrollably on the thunder wings behind her.

“The holy blood that has not been tainted by other gods is most likely the spiritual essence of the sun god. You are the next Queen Greta.”

The Storm Goddess completely ignored the reactions of others; all her attention was focused on Diane, and she greedily "looked" at the divine aura emanating from Diane.

"The Sun God?" Upon hearing this word, the kneeling Holy Bishop Ortega abruptly raised his head, his face filled with an expression a hundred times more horrified than when he had just heard the secrets of the divine realm.

"Meeting you after waking up makes the awakening worthwhile."

The Storm Goddess looked at Diane with relief, her expression unchanged, and she seemed quite happy.

"With you, I no longer need to hide. Whether it's Queen Greta or the gods, I will control the future game, and you will be my most important piece."

The Storm Goddess spoke each word with unwavering resolve; in other words, she had taken a liking to Diane.

"Come with me."

The Storm Goddess extended a flawless palm, inviting Diane to descend slowly from the sky. With each inch she descended, the divine pressure intensified, making it almost impossible for Diane to breathe.

"Don't think about it!"

A crisp, resolute sound rang out.

The head maid, who had been slightly raising her lance, now held it horizontally in front of her chest. She took a step forward, her sturdy leather shoes making a dull thud on the scorched earth.

"You're more like a pawn to your master, but to think you can be his pawn? You're dreaming."

The head maid laughed angrily. How dare a demigod be so presumptuous in front of her? She lowered her body and assumed a standard charging stance, the black tip of her spear aimed precisely at the heart of the descending Storm Goddess.

"Then let it be a battle of gods! Whoever wins gets to keep it!"

The Storm Goddess is simple and straightforward; it would be a shame not to take advantage of such a good piece of meat.

She raised her left hand, which was not holding a sword, and gently clenched her slender fingers in the direction of the head maid.

In an instant, the winds of heaven and earth seemed to hear a command. The gale that had been swirling around her instantly coalesced into an invisible giant hand, which, with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, suddenly grabbed at the head maid and Diane behind her.

The wind pressure was so strong that it even whipped up pebbles and dust from the ground, forming a gray tornado. Ortega and Sera, who had chased after them, had to press their bodies tightly against the ground to avoid being drawn in by this terrifying airflow.

Faced with the storm claws that could twist even steel into pretzels, the head maid's expression remained completely unchanged.

The head maid's heterochromatic pupils reflected the rapidly approaching tornado, yet she didn't retreat an inch. Just before the wind claws were about to touch her, she moved.

There was no earth-shattering energy burst, nor any dazzling light and shadow effects; she simply held the lance horizontally in front of her chest, with the butt of the lance pointing towards the ground, and gently paused.

"Do you think that because I just fought with the Moon Goddess, my power of laws is exhausted?"

"Boom."

A muffled, almost inaudible sound rang out, centered on the point where the lance touched the ground, and an invisible, transparent ripple spread outwards, causing the space to distort in a visible, water-like manner wherever it passed.

The moment the raging storm claw touched this distorted spatial domain, it seemed to have struck an invisible, infinitely smooth wall, and the high-speed airflow that made it up was strangely split, folded, and deflected to both sides.

The sharp whistling sound abruptly stopped a few meters in front of the head maid, replaced by a teeth-grinding, spatially distorting buzzing sound.

The Moon Goddess has already revealed the essence of her law, so there's no need to hide it anymore; it's the law of space.

"so troublesome."

The Storm Goddess neither confirmed nor denied the head maid's statement, seemingly trying to take advantage of the situation. However, it appears that the head maid was unaffected.

Since it wasn't its true form that descended, how could it be unaffected? It was merely at its last gasp. The Storm Goddess analyzed it briefly and concluded that the advantage lay with her.

She held back no longer, determined to unleash the full power of the head maid. The pair of wings made of lightning behind her suddenly flapped, and from the already dense dark clouds in the sky, bolts of purple lightning as thick as buckets of water crashed down, like a dense rain of divine punishment, indiscriminately bombarding the area where the head maid was located.

At the same time, the Wings of Storm began to unleash their power. A torrential downpour appeared out of nowhere, but the rain carried with it a bone-chilling cold and a divine power that eroded everything, turning the entire area into a deathly swamp.

"It's divine punishment! Retreat!" Holy Bishop Ortega shouted in terror, scrambling to get away. Sera immediately erected several layers of solid ice shields around herself to block the scattered lightning and divine rain.

However, the head maid remained standing in place, neither dodging nor avoiding the thunder and rain that descended from the sky.

"Spatial fragmentation".

The head maid's lance began to spin slowly and gracefully, each rotation creating ripples at the tip that seemed to stir the entire space.

Then, a scene unfolded that drew the attention of many watching deities.

Just as the raging purple lightning was about to strike the head maid, it seemed to be precisely severed by an invisible scalpel.

The first half of the lightning disappeared into thin air, while the second half, still carrying residual power, struck the open ground dozens of meters away from her, blasting open large, charred craters.

The torrential downpour of divine power met the same fate; the raindrops seemed to enter another dimension and disappear silently when they reached a few meters above her head.

A safe zone, completely untouched by any external energy, was formed around her. This safe zone was small, just enough to completely envelop her and Diane and Mrs. Eve behind her.

“Lotina…”

As the storm subsided, in the heart of the attack, Mrs. Eve saw her ruthless daughter let out a soft cry, now completely an enemy, standing on the opposite side of her.

It was her sigh that caused the Storm Goddess to pause, lose her rhythm, and give the head maid an opportunity.

In that brief moment, a spatial rift will appear without warning beside the Storm Goddess. The lance in her hand will be enveloped in a nearly black halo caused by extreme spatial compression, and with the simplest and most efficient trajectory, it will pierce straight into the Storm Goddess's heart.

(End of this chapter)